Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1635 [licensed for stage, Feb 6] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 504 words
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Our good uncle, welcome. My Lord Macarius we did want your person, There's something in our joys wherein you share. This you intent your highness' wedding day. We are going. Save you labour I have brought a Priest to meet you. Reverend Father. Meet us, why? To tell you that you must not marry. Didst thou hear that Lysimachus? And wonder what will follow. We must not marry. Madam 'tis a rule First made in heaven, and I mun needs declare You and Arcadius must tie no knot Of man and wife. Is my uncle mad? joy has transported him, Or age has made him dote, Macarius Provoke us not too much, you will presume Above our mercy. I'll discharge my duty, Can your frown strike me dead, my Lord you know Whose character this is. It is Thedosius. Your grace's Father. I am subscribed a witness. Upon my life 'tis his. Fear not, I'll cross this match. I'll bless thee for't. Uncle dee know what you do, or what we are Going to finish, you will not break the neck of my glorious Fortune, now my feet i'th' stirrups and mounting, Throw me over the saddle, I hope you'll let one Be a King, Madam 'tis as you say, My uncle is something crazed, there is a worm In's brain, but I beseech you pardon him, he is Not the first of your counsel, that has talked Idly, dye hear my Lord Bishop, I hope You have more religion then to join with him To undo me. Not I sir, but I am commanded by oath, And conscience to speak truth. If your truth should do me any harm, I shall never Be in charity with a crosier's staff, look too't. My youngest Brother, Worse and worse, my brains. Deliver to me an Infant with this writing, To which this reverend Father is a witness. This he whom we so long thought dead, a child. But what should make my father to trust him To your concealment? give abroad his death, and bury An empty coffin? A jealousy he had Upon Cassander, whose ambitious brain He feared would make no conscience to depose His son, to make Lysimachus King of Epire. He made no scruple to expose me then To any danger? He secured you Madam By an early engagement of your affection To Lysimachus, exempt this testimony, Had he been Arcadius, and my Nephew I needed not obtrude him on the state, Your Love and marriage had made him King Without my trouble, and saved that ambition There was necessity to open now His birth, and title. Demetrius alive. What riddles are these, whom do they talk of? Congratulate your return to life, and honour, And as becomes us, with one voice salute you Demetrius King of Epire. I am no uncle, sir, this is your sister, I should have suffered incest to have kept you Longer i'th' dark, love, and be happy both, My trust is now discharged. And we rejoice.
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Our good Vncle, welcome. My Lord Macarius we did want your person, There's something in our joyes wherein you share. This you intend your highnesse wedding day. We are going. Save you labour I have brought a Priest to meet you. Reverend Father. Meete us, why? To tell you that you must not marry. Didst thou heare that Lisimachus? And wonder what will follow. We must not marry. Madam tis a rule First made in heaven, and I muh needs declare You and Arcadius must tie no knot Of man and wife. Is my Vncle mad? Ioy has transported him, Or age has made him dote, Macarius Provoke us not too much, you will presume Above our mercy. Ile discharge my duty, Could your frowne strike me dead, my Lord you know Whose character this is. It is Thedosius. Your graces Father. I am subscrib'd a witnesse. Vpon my life 'tis his. Feare not, Ile crosse this match. Ile blesse thee for't. Vncle dee know what you doe, or what we are Going to finish, you will not breake the necke of my glorious Fortune, now my footes ith' stirrups and mounting, Throw me over the saddle, I hope youle let one Be a King, Madam 'tis as you say, My Vncle is something craz'd, there is a worme In's braine, but I beseech you pardon him, he is Not the first of your counsell, that has talk'd Idly, dee heare my Lord Bishop, I hope You have more religion then to joyne with him To undoe me. Not I sir, but I am commanded by oath, And conscience to speake truth. If your truth should doe me any harme, I shall never Be in charity with a Croziers staffe, looke too't. My youngest Brother, Worse and worse, my braines. Deliver to me an Infant with this writing, To which this reverend Father is a witnesse. This he whom we so long thought dead, a childe. But what should make my father to trust him To your concealement? give abroad his death, and bury An empty coffin? A jealousie he had Vpon Cassander, whose ambitious braine He fear'd would make no conscience to depose His sonne, to make Lisimachus King of Epire. He made no scruple to expose me then To any danger? He secur'd you Madam By an earely engagement of your affection To Lisimachus, exempt this testimony, Had he beene Arcadius, and my Nephew I needed not obtrude him on the state, Your Love and marriage had made him King Without my trouble, and sav'd that ambition There was necessity to open now His birth, and title. Demetrius alive. What riddles are these, whom do they talk of? Congratulate your returne to life, and honor, And as becomes us, with one voyce salute you Demetrius King of Epire. I am no Vncle, sir, this is your sister, I should have suffered incest to have kept you Longer ith' darke, love, and be happy both, My trust is now discharg'd. And we rejoyce.